Royal Capital.
Dongling Marquis Mansion.
As he listened to Chen Canghai and Jing Wuming's report, Jiang Ning's brows furrowed slightly, and he pondered inwardly.
His intuition told him there was something fishy about this matter.
Bandits who had taken to the hills—if they possessed the strength to plunder his things, then they would never have fallen so low as to become bandits in the first place.
"Tell me in detail!" Jiang Ning's gaze narrowed slightly as he looked at Chen Canghai and Jing Wuming, his tone calm.
Chen Canghai's expression was grave as he said in a deep voice, "My Lord, the convoy escorting the supplies this time was accompanied by Xie Xiaojiu and Feng Jiuge. The convoy was attacked at Nine-Layer Mountain. Xie Xiaojiu and the others were no match for them. Even after bringing out My Lord's name, it was still useless. But strangely enough, the other side did not strike to kill."
Jing Wuming added, "My Lord, after learning of this, Brother Chen and I also made a trip to Nine-Layer Mountain, but we were still no match for them and had no choice but to retreat to the Royal Capital to report to My Lord."
Hearing this, a trace of surprise flashed through Jiang Ning's eyes.
"Even the two of you were not their match?"
Chen Canghai nodded, confirming it.
Jiang Ning could not help but give a faint, mocking smile.
"If bandits of such formidable strength truly existed under heaven, wouldn't that be far too absurd?"
Then his gaze chilled slightly. "Nine-Layer Mountain! It seems someone is deliberately borrowing the name of bandits to come at me, intercept my resources, and lure me to Nine-Layer Mountain."
Chen Canghai and Jing Wuming exchanged a glance, both seeing the gravity in each other's eyes. Chen Canghai said